|Andy and Amy
June 12, 1992
It hits me.
And I never saw it coming.
The sadness. The sorrow. The grief. It is right here – front and center.
Today, in my office. In the middle of the afternoon.
She died almost 20 years ago and yet, I still cry.
Will I ever stop crying over losing her? I hope not.
But I wish I could get a handle on the weird times the tears just start. They just come right out of the clear blue. For no apparent reason. I start crying and the sorrow is so great. The salty tears running like water from a spring.
Then…it passes. I remember that I am thankful for a few short days back in 1992. A few short days that changed my life forever.
I miss you, Amy.
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